SHHICK! SHHICK! SHHICK!
The grotesque sound of flesh being torn apart erupted continuously.
In a near instant, over a dozen of the weakest Demonized were torn to shreds.
Next were seven Demon Cultivators, whose strength ranged from junior to intermediate Grand Knight.
They lasted a breath or two longer than the Demonized, but soon followed their companions to their doom.
The Demon Cultivators' prized stone-skin ability was as fragile as paper under the concentrated assault of countless sharp claws, and it was instantly torn to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, only four of the more than twenty heretics were left alive.
Su Ya and Peng Yan stared, dumbfounded at the scene before them, their mouths agape and speechless.
'Th-This is just too insane!'
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The sound of something slicing through the air rang out again.
Ten Magic Missiles traced graceful arcs through the air and struck a Demon Cultivator simultaneously, instantly riddling him with holes.
